LATE EARLY LATE

Late in the night early in the morning darkness blankets it all for the coffin of ideas snoozing and coughing back awake not quite but late for breakfast and more hot grease in your veins ear lobes raised to the ceiling where they smash into blocked eavesdropping all the floor you plummet to in desperate anguished flossing that snaps the strings attached to every word you stir in the bowl that won't flush you won't flush to keep the ground from getting shit on oh wait like that hasn't happened before overflowing toilets happen brimming with excitement that kind that makes you declare, "Oh, shit!" to an audience packed into your musings your lips are moving ever so still but if you listen carefully or in case you missed just in case you missed it the echoing in the bathroom is you coming out of one hole or another in your body sprung a leak your father did into your mother who sprung a leak and here you are draining away into a bowl that's overflowing and leaking into the bedroom where you have to wait for it to maintain some sense of not being so wet and not smelling too bad before going to sleep and then you sprain your neck looking up at the clock that reminds you how late in the night early in the morning darkness blankets it all for the coffin of ideas.


- Max Stoltenberg